Fic: sex on the beach (alcohol not necessary)
Title: sex on the beach (alcohol not necessary)
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: Adult
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut
Word Count: 1,071
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Rose and Ten enjoy a day at the beach.
A/N: Second fic for Challenge 45 at then_theres_us; follow-up to suspended in summer, but you don't need to read that to read this. Dedicated to nylana and mylittlepwny, because they are both dirty enablers, but most especially to Mel because it's after midnight now, which means it's officially ~her birthday~ and I do so enjoy giving people presents <3
He chases her down to the water, sand fanning out from under their bare feet until he catches her, wrapping his arms around her waist as they fall into the receding waves.
She giggles and pushes him off of her, shrieking laughter as a wave breaks against them. She spits water at him as she sits up, brushing her hair out of her face, and he grins, leaning forward to kiss her.
She pushes herself to her feet, bracing her hands on his shoulders, and sways slightly when another wave breaks against her legs. Her eyes drift shut as she turns her face towards the sun and he rocks back on his heels as he looks up at her.
"This is so much better," she murmurs.
"Oh yeah?" he replies, rising to his knees. He grips her hips in his hands and touches his lips to her stomach before looking up at her again.
She grins down at him, combing her fingers through his hair.
"Definitely. The water's way warmer, for one thing."
He laughs and her grin widens, tongue poking through her teeth.
Several hours later they're sitting side by side on that same oversized towel from their trip to Wakulla Springs. The sun is setting, painting the clouds overhead pink and orange and yellow. The continuous wind off the water is cool and she shivers, rubbing her arms with her hands.
"Cold?" he murmurs, glancing over at her.
"Yeah," she replies, meeting his gaze as a slow smile spreads across her face, "but we don't have to go back to the TARDIS this time."
She turns towards him, straddling his knees as she grips the bottom of his swim trunks, tugging on them until he lifts his hips and allows her to pull them off all the way. Her hands rest on his thighs, her touch light on his skin as she moves up his legs until her knees are on either side of his hips.
His hands dive into her hair, the damp strands tangling around his fingers as their lips crash together. Her hips rock gently against him as they kiss and she catches his lower lip between her teeth, grinning at the low growl that escapes his throat. He can feel the heat of her through her swimsuit bottoms and his hands drop to her hips, fingers tugging on the bows on each side before they're finally untied and the scrap of clothing is removed.
Her mouth falls open as she presses more insistently against him and he thinks there is nothing better in the entire universe than the gasp of one Rose Tyler. Her breath is warm against his face and he traces the curve of her lips with his fingertips before leaning forward and capturing her mouth in a fiery kiss.
She shifts against him, wrapping her legs around him and reaching down to guide him between her slick folds. She sinks down on him, taking him as deeply as she can and kissing him again as her hands rise to his shoulders and her hips begin to move.
His arm snakes around her waist and his fingers press into the flesh of her lower back as he leans forward to touch his lips to her chest. His other hand rises to follow the line of her neck down to her breast and he nudges the fabric of her bikini top aside, cupping her breast in his hand and passing his thumb over her nipple. His mouth moves to the erect nub and he sucks it gently before nipping it with his teeth, making her gasp again as she tugs sharply on his hair.
She shudders against him and begins to move faster, her brow creasing slightly as her eyelids flutter closed. His arm tightens around her waist as he braces his other hand behind him and he thrusts into her, matching her urgent pace. Her fingers bite into his shoulders and he looks up at her face, recognizing the subtle changes in her expression that tell him she's almost there.
He jerks his hips upward and thrusts into her again and again, as deep as he can go, until she comes with a loud cry, dragging him over the edge as she clenches around him.
Her hips rock forward gently as she shudders around him and he leans towards her, pressing his lips to her neck and licking at the beads of sweat that dot her skin.
She sighs softly and he looks up, touching his lips to her gentle smile. She leans into him, resting her head on his chest as she pulls her arms in tight between them. The sweat on her back is drying quickly in the persistent breeze and he can feel her shivering again.
"Do you want to go back?" he asks softly.
She shakes her head and wiggles closer to him. "Not yet."
He shifts slightly and reaches into her bag, tugging out another towel and wrapping it around her. She sighs contentedly and he smiles into her hair before resting his chin on top of her head, lightly stroking her back.
The sound of the waves lapping softly against the sand lulls her to sleep and he's happy to sit with her in his arms, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the warmth of her breath against his skin.
He looks up at the sky when he hears a low rumble of thunder and he shakes her carefully awake, telling her they should get back. She reluctantly sits up and reaches for her bikini bottoms, tying them in place before she moves off of him to shove the towel back into her bag. They stand and he pulls his trunks on as she grabs the other towel, shaking the sand out before piling it on top of the first one.
There's another rumble and they glance skyward. He reaches for her hand and grins broadly when she looks at him; she grins back and they race to the TARDIS, trying to outrun the rain.
They don't quite make it before the sky opens up, but they don't particularly care and their laughter echoes throughout the ship as he chases her through the hallways to her room.
They tumble into her bed, where he's reminded once again that there really is nothing better in the universe than the gasp of one Rose Tyler.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: Adult
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut
Word Count: 1,071
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Rose and Ten enjoy a day at the beach.
A/N: Second fic for Challenge 45 at then_theres_us; follow-up to suspended in summer, but you don't need to read that to read this. Dedicated to nylana and mylittlepwny, because they are both dirty enablers, but most especially to Mel because it's after midnight now, which means it's officially ~her birthday~ and I do so enjoy giving people presents <3
He chases her down to the water, sand fanning out from under their bare feet until he catches her, wrapping his arms around her waist as they fall into the receding waves.
She giggles and pushes him off of her, shrieking laughter as a wave breaks against them. She spits water at him as she sits up, brushing her hair out of her face, and he grins, leaning forward to kiss her.
She pushes herself to her feet, bracing her hands on his shoulders, and sways slightly when another wave breaks against her legs. Her eyes drift shut as she turns her face towards the sun and he rocks back on his heels as he looks up at her.
"This is so much better," she murmurs.
"Oh yeah?" he replies, rising to his knees. He grips her hips in his hands and touches his lips to her stomach before looking up at her again.
She grins down at him, combing her fingers through his hair.
"Definitely. The water's way warmer, for one thing."
He laughs and her grin widens, tongue poking through her teeth.
Several hours later they're sitting side by side on that same oversized towel from their trip to Wakulla Springs. The sun is setting, painting the clouds overhead pink and orange and yellow. The continuous wind off the water is cool and she shivers, rubbing her arms with her hands.
"Cold?" he murmurs, glancing over at her.
"Yeah," she replies, meeting his gaze as a slow smile spreads across her face, "but we don't have to go back to the TARDIS this time."
She turns towards him, straddling his knees as she grips the bottom of his swim trunks, tugging on them until he lifts his hips and allows her to pull them off all the way. Her hands rest on his thighs, her touch light on his skin as she moves up his legs until her knees are on either side of his hips.
His hands dive into her hair, the damp strands tangling around his fingers as their lips crash together. Her hips rock gently against him as they kiss and she catches his lower lip between her teeth, grinning at the low growl that escapes his throat. He can feel the heat of her through her swimsuit bottoms and his hands drop to her hips, fingers tugging on the bows on each side before they're finally untied and the scrap of clothing is removed.
Her mouth falls open as she presses more insistently against him and he thinks there is nothing better in the entire universe than the gasp of one Rose Tyler. Her breath is warm against his face and he traces the curve of her lips with his fingertips before leaning forward and capturing her mouth in a fiery kiss.
She shifts against him, wrapping her legs around him and reaching down to guide him between her slick folds. She sinks down on him, taking him as deeply as she can and kissing him again as her hands rise to his shoulders and her hips begin to move.
His arm snakes around her waist and his fingers press into the flesh of her lower back as he leans forward to touch his lips to her chest. His other hand rises to follow the line of her neck down to her breast and he nudges the fabric of her bikini top aside, cupping her breast in his hand and passing his thumb over her nipple. His mouth moves to the erect nub and he sucks it gently before nipping it with his teeth, making her gasp again as she tugs sharply on his hair.
She shudders against him and begins to move faster, her brow creasing slightly as her eyelids flutter closed. His arm tightens around her waist as he braces his other hand behind him and he thrusts into her, matching her urgent pace. Her fingers bite into his shoulders and he looks up at her face, recognizing the subtle changes in her expression that tell him she's almost there.
He jerks his hips upward and thrusts into her again and again, as deep as he can go, until she comes with a loud cry, dragging him over the edge as she clenches around him.
Her hips rock forward gently as she shudders around him and he leans towards her, pressing his lips to her neck and licking at the beads of sweat that dot her skin.
She sighs softly and he looks up, touching his lips to her gentle smile. She leans into him, resting her head on his chest as she pulls her arms in tight between them. The sweat on her back is drying quickly in the persistent breeze and he can feel her shivering again.
"Do you want to go back?" he asks softly.
She shakes her head and wiggles closer to him. "Not yet."
He shifts slightly and reaches into her bag, tugging out another towel and wrapping it around her. She sighs contentedly and he smiles into her hair before resting his chin on top of her head, lightly stroking her back.
The sound of the waves lapping softly against the sand lulls her to sleep and he's happy to sit with her in his arms, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the warmth of her breath against his skin.
He looks up at the sky when he hears a low rumble of thunder and he shakes her carefully awake, telling her they should get back. She reluctantly sits up and reaches for her bikini bottoms, tying them in place before she moves off of him to shove the towel back into her bag. They stand and he pulls his trunks on as she grabs the other towel, shaking the sand out before piling it on top of the first one.
There's another rumble and they glance skyward. He reaches for her hand and grins broadly when she looks at him; she grins back and they race to the TARDIS, trying to outrun the rain.
They don't quite make it before the sky opens up, but they don't particularly care and their laughter echoes throughout the ship as he chases her through the hallways to her room.
They tumble into her bed, where he's reminded once again that there really is nothing better in the universe than the gasp of one Rose Tyler.